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<pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 10:18:30 +0000</pubDate>
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                    <title>The Final Destination in Asia</title>
                    <description>There is nothing pleasant in arriving anywhere at stupid o'clock i.e. at some ridiculous hour of the day where the sensible are in bed and the hedonistic are out looking for the next high.Unfortunately myself I was doing neither and while I occasionally crave the latter at that moment at 1am in Singapore airport  the bed the warm room with the curtains drawn tight was the more prevaling tempt</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Singapore/blog-354176.html</link>
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                    <title>Returning To The Chaos</title>
                    <description>It killed me to leave Paradise but reasoning put me in the right frame of mind to gather my things together and make it to the boat for the long journey home to Bali from whence I came. I waited with patience under the shelter with numerous strangers all of them quiet like me perhaps with the same foreboding I had. Like myself they too were heading to another destination and while I reminisced a</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Bali/Kuta/blog-354002.html</link>
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                    <title>All Aboard The Pirate Ship</title>
                    <description>I woke up with a jolt the following morning due to not only having a hangover from the night before but mainly due to a memory of a conversation about a boat. The lasting image in my mind from last night was of Yaari behind me on the dancefloor while the Indo boy who was otherwise my landlord at the time was coming toward me  each wanting a piece of me.Now to the matter of the boat. I was assure</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Lombok/Gilli-Trawangan/blog-353516.html</link>
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                    <title>Paradise Found</title>
                    <description>This has to be one of the best destinations in Indonesia. Gili T as it is otherwise known is fondly referred to as the party island. But unlike Kuta which can be ad nauseum Gili T is a beatifully reflective place. It is one of three islands off the island of Lombok the other two are Gili Air and Gili Memo which in comparison are not as developed in respect of tourism. And while that word is lik</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Lombok/Gilli-Trawangan/blog-348259.html</link>
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                    <title>Chasing My Tail</title>
                    <description>I was warned to give Kuta a wide berth on the premiss that it's full of louts and drinkers...younguns looking for hedonism fun in the sun and all that jazz without any inclination toward the culture of Bali. I did pay some heed to those comments but with only limited time remaining in Asia  and with things to do such as booking flights and arranging accomodation in Singapore I opted to go to Kuta</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Bali/Kuta/blog-345408.html</link>
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                    <title>Fire and Brimstone</title>
                    <description>What I failed to say in writing about Java is its unique geological make up making it an island festooned with volcaones. One in particular Mount Merapi can still be seen spewing out its lava which makes for an awesome sight at night and it's not too far out of Yogyakarta either. Unfortunately while I was whiling away my time not seeing the sights I lost out on this one and by the time I discove</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Java/Mount-Bromo/blog-344925.html</link>
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                    <title>Beautiful Life</title>
                    <description>I am so behind on these blogs that to talk now about Yogyakarta pronounced Jogjakarta when it is so far removed from my present state of mind is turning out to be a hard task indeed.All I have now are images of a time gone. Sweet memories that I can fondly recall at will. My most endearing are the faces of the friends I made. Local people specifically Batik artists who took me into their homes</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Java/Yogyakarta/blog-343836.html</link>
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                    <title>In Two Minds</title>
                    <description>When speaking to friends on the road about my plans to visit Indonesia I was told not to bother with Jakarta but independent minded as I am I disregarded their advice and booked a flight from Kuching to the great big city on the North West coast of Java. Typically unprepared I landed in Jakarta near around midnight without a place to stay and only a vague location in my head as to where I could be</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Indonesia/Java/Jakarta/blog-342052.html</link>
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                    <title>The other side of Borneo</title>
                    <description>With a heavy heart I returned to Kota Kinabulu carrying a cold from my last day in Mabul only heartened by the fact that I would be flying out to Kuching the following morning. I don't have an alarm preferring to rely on my body clock alone which I can tell you has gotten me into some near misses  nearly missing the bus is one thing but the plane I woke up at precisely the time I should have bee</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Malaysia/Sarawak/Kuching/blog-339571.html</link>
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                    <title>Under The Sea </title>
                    <description>I very nearly didn't make it here owing to those oh so nagging doubts which put me in a bind over whether to return to Ton Sai or keep on going. To think I could have sacrificed the privilege of diving with the grandfathers of the sea i.e. the beautifully graceful giant turtles of Malaysia which glide through the South China Sea for the comforts of Ton Sai is too much to bear. Not to mention the </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Malaysia/Sabah/Mabul/blog-337950.html</link>
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                    <title>"Show me the way"</title>
                    <description>Leaving KL was a good thing because if there is one thing I have learned on my travels is this I am not a city girl.  KL was wonderful in itself but for me it lacked the essential ingredient a beating heart. In essence a pulse a vibe that draws people in makes them want to stay.  It's just different strokes for different folks. It's as simple as that.Now I have never had expectations of any d</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Malaysia/Sabah/Kota-Kinabalu/blog-337209.html</link>
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                    <title>The Big Smoke</title>
                    <description>Still wounded by my memories of Ton Sai but steadfast in my resolve to keep on moving I headed for the bright lights and big city of Kuala Lumpur in the hope that I would succumb to the extravagances of the big smoke and forget the past.  I was looking for hedonism to drown my sorrows hoping to find it in the seedy dens and back streets of the lanes and alleyways of KL. What I found instead was a</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Malaysia/Wilayah-Persekutuan/Kuala-Lumpur/blog-335002.html</link>
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                    <title>Cameron Highlands</title>
                    <description>The Cameron Highlands is essentially a hill resort on the Malaysian peninsular which is famed for its tea estates and abundance of vegetation butterflies strawberry farms and the most extraordinary array of unusual looking flowers. Temperatures at dusk drop to 'bloody cold' which in England may be nothing much  but here in Asia where the normal attire is 'what you can get away with' the chilly a</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Malaysia/Pahang/Cameron-Highlands/blog-334143.html</link>
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                    <title>A Well of Tears  Journey to Pulau Penang</title>
                    <description>It is no secret that I left Ton Sai with a heavy heart weighed down by a strong reluctance to leave and a disarming fear that I would never find again what I have here. If it were not for the fact that my visa had already run out I would have stayed longer and perhaps joined up with my girls on the visa run to extend my stay in Thailand.  Prior to this I had already changed my departure date many </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Malaysia/Penang/George-Town/blog-333859.html</link>
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                    <title>Ton Sai's neighbours Climbing Fears and Last Day Celebrations</title>
                    <description>I promise this will be my last report on Ton Sai. The problem is I have so much to say a wealth of memories to share stories to tell pictures to show and people to introduce. Having spent 20 days in climber's paradise I was finally persuaded by Ashley to climb. I had agreed to before and then refused to many times over but I figured I would be leaving soon and I wanted to know what all the jazz</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/blog-331906.html</link>
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                    <title>Away from home</title>
                    <description>So there I am in Ton Sai having the time of my life when this strange sensation hits me like nothing I have ever experienced before. It only occurred to me after leaving Ton Sai for a night when Ashley and Keith invited me to come with them to Ao Nang to celebrate one last night with John.I should explain. John is part of the American pack that included Ashley Keith and Tamara all of whom I men</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/South-West-Thailand/blog-330065.html</link>
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                    <title>beauty and bewilderment...</title>
                    <description>My first night in Ton Sai was a quiet one. There was not much to explore and too dark to wander away from the beach so I satisfied myself with what I had and oh what a beautiful thing it wasAfter dinner I wandered to the closest bar Freedom Bar. It was quiet and just what I wanted. As I approached the bar I failed to notice the huge illuminated rock looming over the beach until I was almost fac</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/South-West-Thailand/blog-329964.html</link>
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                    <title>Arriving in Ton Sai</title>
                    <description>I arrived on East Railay beach soaking wet plus I had a muddy backside from yet again having to jump out of the longtail boat into the sea in order to walk to shore. Damn it This is getting to be a habit. The muddy arse however was due to my falling upon the same when I fell on the slippery walkway. Great Not a good start and unfortunately worse was to come before it was to get better. My sit</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/South-West-Thailand/blog-329809.html</link>
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                    <title>this is thailand</title>
                    <description>This is Thailand. I'm in Thailand I screamed at the top of the lungs after landing on the beach after dusk in Ko Phi Phi much to the amusement of my newfound companion. He looked on in bewilderment as I jumped up and down hands flying in the air ecstatic with excitement.  After years of hearing stories about Thailand and particularly the Thai beach scene which for me was always the more inter</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/South-West-Thailand/Ko-Phi-Phi-Don/blog-328195.html</link>
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                    <title>ko tao</title>
                    <description>I don't know how long I ended up staying in Ko Tao but I loved every minute of it. The first day I arrived I was lucky enough to get a bungalow at the same place where my friends were staying but try as I might I could not find them anywhere. I searched the beach every shop and restaurant but they were nowhere to be found.It was dark by the time I gave up on looking for them and the crazy thing i</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Thailand/South-West-Thailand/Ko-Tao/blog-327080.html</link>
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